Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that smells like it came from the elemental plane of meat.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A paper fortune-teller
A beehive
A strawberry
A Lotus flower (uneaten)
A Sterile Neutrino
A Swedish-made penis enlarger pump
A bolt of thirsty bombazine
A Clump of Belly Cheese
The stuffing from a stuffed-crust pizza
An M134 Minigun

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